Hot Pursuit. Lisa Childs

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      AS HE STEPPED out of the locker room, Braden fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. He had dressed in a hurry. But it was already too late. He hadn’t just gotten caught with his pants down; he’d gotten caught with them off.

      Not that he’d been doing anything wrong. He hadn’t been expecting anyone from the US Fire Service to show up so quickly. And he certainly hadn’t been expecting Sam McRooney.

      Mack’s daughter. And she didn’t just work for the US Fire Service like her Hotshot, smoke jumper and ranger brothers, she was the arson investigator.

      And he was a fool for not realizing it sooner.

      Clearly, he wasn’t the only one who thought him foolish, either. The way she’d looked at him when she’d informed him who she was...

      He shivered, and it wasn’t because his skin was still damp from the shower. She’d frozen him out.

      He found her at the bottom of the stairs. She wasn’t alone. Stanley had returned from wherever he’d gone, and he’d brought that damn dog with him. Someone had dropped off the puppy at the firehouse a few months ago. Orphan Annie, as they’d named her, was probably part sheepdog and part mastiff; she was huge and hairy and—if Braden believed one of his Hotshots—heroic. She was also standing with her paws on the arson investigator’s slender shoulders. And the dog probably weighed more than the petite blonde.

      “Stanley,” he admonished the kid. “Get Annie off Ms. McRooney.”

      The curly-haired teenager tucked his fingers beneath the dog’s collar and pulled her down.

      “Where were you earlier?” Braden asked the kid. “I asked you to watch the firehouse while I took a shower. But you took off and left it wide open.” Which probably also explained how the arsonist had waltzed right in earlier and left that note on his desk.

      Stanley’s face flushed a bright red. “I’m sorry, Superintendent Zimmer. Annie ran off after a cat, and I had to catch her before she got hurt.”

      “What about the cat?” the woman asked.

      “Annie wouldn’t hurt anything or anyone,” Stanley defended the dog. “But she could’ve been hit by a car.”

      Braden nodded. “Okay, I understand.” Occasionally he had to reprimand the kid—like when Stanley talked to reporters or ignored orders to drop a puppy at the humane society. But Braden usually wound up feeling worse than he made Stanley feel. “If you have to leave again, please close down the door, though. I will be in my office with Ms. McRooney—”

      “Ms. McRooney?” Stanley interrupted. He probably recognized the last name. Her father had nearly gotten the boy’s foster brother to leave Northern Lakes.

      “Sam,” she said.

      Wanting to get the meeting back on track, Braden told the kid, “Sam and I will be in my office.”

      She glanced at him, and those blue eyes were still cool. She must have only been giving Stanley permission to use her first name—not him.

      Braden led the way—through the garage and down the hall, past the workout room to his office. He fumbled with the ring of keys clipped to his hip until he found the right one.

      “Don’t often lock it?” she asked.

      He shook his head.

      “I can see how the arsonist got in—”

      He flinched.

      And she added “—easily.”

      He pushed open the door, but when she moved to pass through ahead of him, he caught her arm and stopped her. She glanced down at his hand on her arm, then looked up at his face. He shivered again at the coldness of her gaze.

      “I am not a chauvinist,” he told her, his pride prickling that she obviously thought he was. “When I called the chief’s office, they told me it could take a while for an arson investigator to get here. That’s why I didn’t think you were the investigator.”

      “When they called, I was closer to Northern Lakes than they thought I would be.”

      He wanted to ask where she’d been. But he wanted to resolve their misunderstanding first. “And I know your dad,” he continued. “He always brags about his boys being Hotshots and smoke jumpers and rangers. So I thought you were a ranger.”

      She flinched now. “I’m not a boy.”

      There was no mistaking Sam McRooney for a man—not with her petite but curvy body. Her waist was tiny but her hips swelled into a tightly rounded derriere cradled in tight-fitting jeans. He’d never realized he was an ass man until now. Her silky blond hair was short, barely falling to the shoulders of her pale blue sweater, but the yellow locks framed a delicately featured face. She was quite beautiful.

      “I know,” he assured her.

      “Sometimes my dad forgets.”

      Braden bet her father was the only man who made that mistake. But then he wondered if she meant her dad forgets she’s female or forgets about her entirely.

      “I wish other people would forget I was female,” she admitted. “Too many question my ability to do my job merely because of my sex.”

      Braden shook his head. “Sex has nothing to do with it.”

      She arched a blond brow. “Really?”

      “I can’t speak for anyone else,” he said. “But for me, sex doesn’t matter.”

      Her lips curved into a wider smile, and a twinkle brightened her blue eyes. Then he realized what he’d said. And he hoped like hell none of his men had overheard it. They would all mercilessly tease him, especially Cody Mallehan and Wyatt Andrews. Those two Hotshots were always giving each other a hard time, and since his divorce, they’d been on a mission to lighten him up and get him laid.

      “That’s not what I meant,” he said.

      “I know,” she said. “You’re trying to assure me you’re not a chauvinist.”

      “I’m not,” he said. “I have two female crew members who work every bit as hard as the guys. They’ve earned my respect.”

      “Why did they have to earn it?”

      “Everyone does,” he said with a shrug. It had always been that way; he’d had to prove himself, too, or he wouldn’t have had the job he did. “You have to prove yourself, СКАЧАТЬ